San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1887-09-01

whose starry eyes Ind ruled him from her
birth,
Whose fearless hands Ind with his terrors
played,
And whose caprices all the wood obeyed
The call goes on in tender, tremulous signs,
Stealing along the hillside, cedar crowned,
And draped with moses, till It slowly
dies
Beside tho lakolet IN the reedy ground.
Again 1t rises, low at first and faint,
Along the shore it passes, through vines,
and ferns, and grasses,
Stirring the green leaves with Its tender
plant,
Till, gathering strength, 1t leaps
In swelling cadence up the rocky sleeps,
Then dies away.
soft sweet echo from the cliffs above
Sways the wild vines that drape II, and each
Quivers in sympathy with tho throbbing
grief,
Echoing, "Texasa, come. Where hidest
thou my lover
1t is the day."
The MOSES sway o
Like windblown tresses of the maid he
seeks,
As when he tossed their nutbrown lengths
in play.
But vainly now he calls, she comes not
when he speaks.
Bending above the dimpling pool,
Along whose winters clear and cool
The maiden loved to linger, he looked down,
But then-O my.teryl
o marvel of all marvellous history
No more the mirroring wave is brown
IND Will rnnl,xy diff inc IN utyu
And tossing its green forest plumes on high,
Breaking the blue of heaven with simmer
ing grace,
Chasing Texasa's face.
All, no!
A fairy forest rises meath the wave,
The old primeyal forest of the world,
When massive ferns gigantic fronds un-
furled
And wreathing vines linked bough with
Dough, and ourled
Like bright sea serpent +, 80.
How brilliant with all hues that fairy land !
What silver sand
With fountains bubbling upward thro' the
deep,
To break in noiseless curvings towards the
strand.
What ample greenery, where small crea-
lures sleep
Each in its little shell,
Rocked in the grading wave that keeps 30
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What crimson foliage, and what golden hair
Of delicate fern, and vine, and shrub are
there
The yellow lily liftR her golden face
Through crystal depths AZ clear as heaven;
A cloudless sun, its rays illume
The purple gloom
Of these new skies, whose flower stars
Are white as Sirius, red as Mars
Whose Pleads, pr1soned in crystal bars,
Are lovely as the upper seven,
In midniRht's glittering galaxies.
Nor skies Alone for here are seas,
And PERKS arching palaces,
And floors of shining jasper stone
With shimmering pearls and opals strown,
With corals branching broad and free,
The treasures of the mimic sea.
And now he reads the secret of the night,
The treacherous night that yelled with
starry light
His happy rival from the river,
Stealing Texasa from his sight
Forever.
All, never, never,
Shall she again, upon the hill,
Wander in beauty at her WILL
Waking the echoes with some faint, sweet
tune.
Within these waters clear,
Lovely as poets dream,
The spirit of San Marcos stream
Dwelling has found the spell to keep her
here,
He sees the rocky grotto, fairyshewn,
Where murmuring waters, singing ever,
Praise the green sunlt home of the swift
flowing river,
Fairest beneath the moon.
And, since she loved the forest and the
flowers,
He gathered, in the rivers bed, the bowers
OF the rich tropics. In unfading grace
They bloom.
For winter may not breathe upon this place
Its icy doom.
Here. through unnumbered years,
Her moments flow away in blissful ease,
Above. below her, softly soughing trees
And melody of waters and of breeze;
Natures orchestral chant she always hears.
And she'll forget
The happy years
Whose suns have set.
But oh . our mountain spirit, Ariel,
What bitter tears
He shed,
the CHANGING waters as they fell
And then be fed
Over the hill-tops. Wild with pain,
Crying that nOughi can charm again
The curse of Immortality, alone
Upon a throne;
With nought above him save the cruel stars.
And the cold moon, his glitterIng prison
bars,
And stiI be Wanders on the bill Al eve,
Listen. be calls. "TerasA, cone away"
And still the fearful oedArs, trembling,
gieve,
And drAps themselves IN mourning moss
g gray
Prone on The ground the grsss ell culver
ing lies.
Paint IN the power o. his mighty sighs,
And al about the lofty trssiOps suAy.
But be shall dwell no more Alone
Upon his thrO1e.
For cher fair Ternsss cone
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